soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft soft things. the beginnings found in endings. i have an idea: let’s start again. find a portal. an entry. a gateway. a gatekeeper. now hush. it does not matter where we are going. we’re entering new worlds now. ok? ok.
as you listen, you might consider: moss, entryways, geranium seeds, and pine.
A truly stunning album that mentally transports you to foggy early morning streets, the pavement wet from recent rains. Dreary, but in a comforting way. Like sitting next to a window during a rainstorm, listening to the drops hit the glass while remaining warm. Never fails to make me feel safe. Crow Yo